So sweet is thy discourse to me, And so delightful is thy sight, As I taste nothing right but thee. O why invented Nature light? Was it alone for beauty's sake, That her graced words might better take? No more can I old joys recall: They now to me become unknown, Not seeming to have been at all. Alas! how soon is this love grown To such a spreading height in me As with it all must shadowed be! |